I see these thousands of words as one mass - heavy as an iron door with me underneath - crushed (haha-ha). Oar these thousands of words are individuals as in a hoard attacking me with string tying the author down to an expression so precise. Like the Lilliputians tying down the Gulliver in me.

Ever try to write a story with a plot where there is no conflict, no individual, only a oneness? Never mind. Rhetorical question.